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Monday, September 12, 2011

September things

Onam
has come and gone. My favourite festival this year saw some 50 people
coming home for an epic sadya. My mother’s avvial was just awesomesauce.
Then were my aunt’s payasams (both ada pradhamn and pal payasam), gorgeous! I love Onam so much! What’s not to
love? It’s the one day dedicated to vegetarian food. Sigh. Joy!

My
friend over at Moonshine and Dubito has left Chennai for Scotland
where she will be working on her masters in Creative Writing. I miss her
terribly! It makes me sad to see people leave Chennai in the search of
better things from life. There is a sudden paucity of coolness that occurs
and in Chennai, we need what little cool we can get. Add to this brain
drain the hipster culture that seems to have taken over and I want to
throw up. I mean, really, you think you’re cool because you’re not
interested? Then why don’t you tear yourself away from your phone and look
at the damn leaves to kill time. Why text?

I need
to write. I feel like my writing’s been too neglected for too long. I
mean, I can write, that’s the reason why this blog is running and people
read it. So this need to keep pushing myself is a little wrong. This is
why I sort of dislike a career in writing, it doesn’t leave you the
mindspace to have a creative writing career. Or maybe it does, and I am,
as always, the last person to know these things.

I
strongly dislike younger siblings. I love mine, but I also want to smash
his head in from time to time. Keeps harping on fatness and ugliness. I
know, bro. I know. Stop pretending to be a talking mirror if it’s not too
much trouble. I’d like to not be in a bad mood thanks.

How
sad the death of Hazare hype after the High Court blasts? Everything is
still the government’s fault. Everything always is, has been, always will
be. Now, Narendra Modi’s case, India’s War on Terror (only
because we’re incapable of coming up with original names for our wars) and
other things are at the forefront. Hazare is threatening other things of
course, but it’s no longer the headline-making monster it was in August.
It will be again, the people behind the whole operation are nationalistic
propaganda artists par excellance, Hazare will be headlines again, soon. I’m
waiting for it.

People
bother me. Especially people who pretend to be close to me and then spout
steaming turds of bullshit like “you’re awesome”, “I love you”, and then
come up with some inane reason not to have conversations with me. Reason?
They’re busy. I mean, really? Really? You’re busy? Are you fucking kidding
me right now? You want me around when you’re having a crisis and then you
expect to be a silent spectator when I’m having a crisis? Go and hang
yourself from an old ceiling fan!

I am
on Twitter (@shruthipady if you're interested :D). I finally caved. I have managed thus far to make a point in
140 characters. It’s a little boring to be honest. I mean, you have to
keep tweeting (I don’t like the word “tweeting”). I need more characters
to make a point, which is why I love blogging, so much space!!!

3 comments:

aww, I will miss you too and rely on your humour to keep me warm in the cold. and worry not, there is no paucity of coolness.. new people will come in :) please to write lots more and send me, I will be more than happy to read. also, random thought: but younger siblings aren't as bad as many only children no? these seem to have voices in their head that make them only think of themselves. [in my experience.. sorry to generalise]

Dicky - I've been on the team since March 2011, the magazine was relaunched in August.

Niyo - I will write lots more. It's going to be something I will consciously do... :D you can bitch about siblings, its no ill will or anything... at least, not with mine :) only children are a whole other psychological profile, I have no idea how to comprehend them...